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[GRIP]
Uh, look

[GRIP]
They don't wanna see me win, back like 23, again
Hope you niggas had a field day, Summer's coming, I'ma kill May
Murked June, I'ma murder July, where you been, you never heard of this guy?
Niggas flex 'bout what they purchasin', why? Never been the type of person to lie
Turning y'all into the trap, f*ck a pair of slacks, a shirt, and a tie
Had to get this shit the harder way, me and Khary, Shaq and Penny Hardaway
f*ck around, and make the magic happen, smoke and mirrors, like Imagine Dragons
Tryna be active on radio, taking off, up and away we go
No advance, but some "Maybe-so"'s, need the pesos, like ándale
Vámonos, rápido, racks on racks on racks on racks on racks
To rap on tracks I'm tryna up the status quo', been on a whole 'nother wave
They know they can never surf with me, only those that got it out the dirt with me
Rappers sayin' they the god, I'm guessin' I'm atheist, then
Dancin' with Satan again
They say I'm trippin', 'cause I'm choosin' makin' money over makin' a friend, uh, that's just the space that I'm in, yeah
I'd rather keep it a buck, f*ck tryna' fake and pretend

Mario dungeon, hundred they runnin'
Shit you can't stomach, think you might vomit
Shoutout my bad bitches, keep it platonic
I'd rather the money, I'd rather the money
[Khary]
Damn, where all my common sense go?
f*ck all your daps and pounds, feet on the ground, channel the Flintstones
Boy down to Earth, another verse could probably pay rent from
Get him a hearse, these niggas worse than the holes they take shits from, lately can't sleep
Aye, lately can't sleep, I be up in the mornin', don't got a job, but it's not unemployment
I know who I am, know I got the components to conquer the world, while I scratch my cojones
Which makes the next line more important: I'm goin' nuts
Don't give a f*ck, name on a list, don't need a plug, don't need a plug, only trust us
Only wake up, I'm eating good, they in the dust
With my dead skin cells, wishin' them well, damn, they lookin' sus
Even when I make a million, I might bet a billion, I promise to keep it a buck
I know, for me, there's no ceiling, the sky is revealing, the stars, I aligned with my bros
'Bout to tour in Europe, homie, you're up, the final countdown
Niggas think they Randy, but more Shad Moss- I mean, Bow Wow
I know female dogs, bad bitches that want to pow wow
But I'd rather the money, I'm like, "Now, now", yeah

Mario dungeon, hundred they runnin'
Shit you can't stomach, think you might vomit
Shoutout my bad bitches, keep it platonic
I'd rather the money, I'd rather the money

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